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thoughts .
    Hot .
    I watch her gaze flit to my left hand hanging limply at my side. No ring to be found. She smirks, just barely, but I caught it .
    Flirt .
    “Nope ,” she answers and turns back to her drink. I slide onto the stool next to her and flag down the bartender to order. Stealing a glance, I notice a tattoo peeking out of her t-shirt sleeve and I wonder who did it and how much more of her it covers. It’s only natural to wonder. There aren’t many shops outside of mine and Clara’s. We know all the local tattoo artists around. The bartender slides my beer to me with a nod and heads down to the other end to attend to more people. I stare into my beer, feeling tired and run-down. Everything’s been such a clusterfuck the last year and the wedding was just the icing on the cake. With the tension going on at the shop between me and Clara, and Kylie calling me non-stop wanting to go out, I’ve been in a funk, mood-wise.
    She’s gone .
    Really gone .
    Married with a ring on her finger for six months now .
    I stupidly held out some small nugget of hope that we still had a chance but I handed that chance, literally, to Dominic when I gave her away that day. I’m not hung up on Clara, I’m really not .
    Fuck. My. Life .
    “Play a game with me ,” prompts the black-haired beauty’s sultry voice as she turns to me. I don’t bother slapping a smile on my face; social graces can suck it. I turn to her slowly, being snapped out of my pity party, and let my gaze openly roam her body. She’s the kind of girl who has curves in all the right places, just enough chest and hips that you can hold onto. She looks young. I bet she tastes sweet. I wonder if she’ll be enough to make me forget Clara for a night.
    “Fine. I’ll bite ,” I say with a grin, but it doesn’t reach my eyes, I can feel how fake it is. She doesn’t seem to notice, though. Maybe she’s subpar, intelligence-wise. Somehow I find that many of the really attractive women out there are a little lacking in the brains department. Maybe it’s because they never had to try. Their looks did all the work for them.
    “Truth or lie?” she asks. A small scar at the bridge of her nose crinkles. I want to know how she got it.
    Stumped .
    Did I mishear her?
    I’m not sure what that means.
    “I don’t know?” I ask quizzically. She throws her head backwards and laughs loudly. It’s a guttural laugh. Her eyes look like they hold the secret to life as she laughs. It’s incredibly sexy. She shifts her body so that her knees face my body .
    She’s invested now .
    I know body language .
    “I’ll give you a topic after you choose truth or lie. Then you have to tell a truth or a lie about the topic, as you picked.”
    “ Ahh, okay. Lie,” I retort, slightly uneasily. I’m not sure this game is going to end well. I watch her with fascination as she thinks of a topic. It’s almost like you can see her thoughts moving around in her head. She’s really quite beautiful. Her skin is olive colored and blemish free. Her hair hangs in very long, thick sheets down her back and she looks fit. Pouting mouth, neck like a swan, just natural beauty. A little too old, I think, to be a VTech student, but maybe she's here for grad work.
    “Kids ,” she states, leaning back slightly and looking smug.
    She’s waiting on me.
    “Kids? Okay. The lie,” I start. “You will feel nothing but joy and love. It will feel like the most gratifying thing you’ve ever done. You will be rewarded for any hardships you face while raising them with a grateful, loving, wonderful child by the end. It’s all sunshine and puppy dogs,” I finish.
    She snickers before taking a sip of her drink. Her lips wrap around the edge of the glass in the most seductive way. It’s like a train wreck —I can't tear my eyes away.
    Want .
    Lust. My dick twitches as I watch her. Yeah. She’ll do.
    “Did I do it right?” I croak, trying to drag my mind out of the gutter. She seems so indifferent